The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 447

Chapter 447:

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Corrine’s lashes trembled as she gazed up at him.

“You’ve never been anything less than essential,” she whispered, her voice thick with honesty.

A low, satisfied laugh rumbled in Nate’s chest.

“So you’ve learned at last,” he said, his eyes never leaving hers as the tension between them built to a crescendo.

But fate had different plans for Rita.

The carefully arranged tower of champagne flutes collapsed with a cacophony of shattering crystals.

The devastating crash drew every eye in the room.

“What in the world happened?”

“How dreadful!”

“Isn’t that the Ashton girl?”

Cruel whispers sliced through the crowd like daggers, each one leaving its mark on Rita’s burning cheeks. She stood frozen in the wreckage, her perfectly manicured nails carving crescents into her palms as she fought back tears of humiliation.

“Rita! Are you alright?” Leah and Bruce pushed through the gathering crowd, their concern transparent.

Rita’s plan to humiliate Corrine had backfired spectacularly—instead of lying in ruins, Corrine stood wrapped in the arms of the man Rita desired, radiating triumph.

Corrine was such a shameless witch. Rita seethed with bitterness.

𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙩: 𝙜ⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀﹒𝙘𝙤𝙢

Corrine caught the hatred blazing in Rita’s eyes and allowed her smile to sharpen. Karma had delivered its verdict with crystal clarity.

With a victorious laugh, she threaded her arm through Nate’s, ready to make their exit.

But Rita’s desperate fingers snagged the hem of her dress.

“You conniving snake! You set me up!”

“Did I now?” Corrine’s laugh dripped with honeyed venom as her eyes turned to ice.

“Miss Ashton, you have quite the talent for shifting blame. If you hadn’t orchestrated your own fall, none of this would have happened. Creating chaos and pointing fingers? That might work elsewhere, but today is the Archers’ wedding anniversary celebration and the charity event. Some decorum would have served you better.”

Her casual rebuke hit Bruce like a physical blow.

They’d come to secure Calan’s investment—Rita’s spectacle threatened to destroy everything. Worse, the evidence of her guilt was clear.

The crowd’s whispers grew louder, each murmured judgment another wound to Rita’s pride as she stood amid the glittering ruins of her scheme.

Rita’s indignant words caught in her throat.

“Corrine, you—”

“Miss Holland, everything happened so quickly that my sister became confused about the situation,” Bruce cut in, his glacial tone carrying an unmistakable warning as he glared at Rita.

“Please accept my apology.”

Corrine’s gaze swept meaningfully over the glittering debris surrounding her.

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